a couple yawns at dawn
bed-making with curses
shorts t-shirt sandals
hat for pillow hair
both dogs walk
at the speed of sniffing snails
newspaper and cereal
sports scores crunch crunch
coffee for the mind lift
into the saddle of an internal ride
and I’m off fox-hunting
for the first poem’s tracks
movement swirls the gray mist
eyes peeled for anything quick and shy
though usually at this point
I fall for a distraction
watching my own shimmering sunrise
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